Bless the world that swirls outside these windows

It’s Thanksgiving here in the States today. Here’s a poem to celebrate. Thanksgiving by Linda McCarriston Every year we call it down upon ourselves, the chaos of the day before the occasion, the morning before the meal. Outdoors, the men cut wood, fueling appetite in the gray air, as Nana, Arlene, Mary, Robin—whatever women we [Read More...]


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